A Kingpin Love Affair: The Complete series(29)

Saving Jared. Those two words coinciding together in my mind, side by side, seemed as if they were impossible.

“I don’t know if Jared can be saved,” I spoke quietly, my fingers drifting over the soft blanket beneath me.

“We all can be saved. It’s just more about when than if...”

I nodded my head in agreement knowing her words held the truth that could be reached if you had hope and faith—two things that had now become second nature to me.

I would have faith I could be the light for Jared—even in my own darkness, I would have enough hope for the both of us.

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Chapter Fifteen


“She is as beautiful as she is smart. Fierce when she needs to be and quiet when she knows danger is lurking. She is an enigma and it is why she shall be yours.” The salesman spoke with ease. He was a short man with a large midsection, telling me he lived a rather lavish lifestyle. His head was bald, and his eyes were dark and beady.

My eyes scanned the picture of the frail girl. Her eyes were dark and filled with fright. Her body was tiny, but you could tell she had a womanly body with curves created solely for hands to peruse. Her hair was long, dark, and curled.

She stood straight up, her chin held high as if she had a point to prove to someone. To most, it may have been a sign of disrespect, maybe even blatant anger. However, to me it was a sign of her worth. Even being treated as a piece of property, the simple gesture of holding her head high told me just how valuable she truly was.

“I want her,” I growled, my hand gripping the photo with force. My cock was growing hard with images of taking her over and over again. She would be my little slut, my woman to do with as I pleased.

“Then she shall be yours, sir,” the salesman replied. He sounded just as excited about the exchange as I did. That in turn made me smile. I gestured to Oliver and watched as he handed over the envelope of cash. Then I smiled even wider, knowing that sooner or later she would be mine. It was all in due time now.

“Boss, I have some news regarding Isabella.” I lifted my eyes, pulling myself from the memory as I waved my hand, motioning for Wyatt to continue on with what he was saying. Wyatt had become one of my men about two months ago. His mother was in need of money when I plucked him from her, bringing him in as my own. Wyatt’s hair had grown out a bit, the brown color looking ragged, his dark eyes bleeding into my own.

“She is being protected by the United States FBI. They have put her under witness protection.” I narrowed my eyes at him. Witness Protection? Of course, they would enroll her in something like that as if it would make it less possible for me to find her.

“How do you know this is true?” I questioned, taking a drink of my whiskey. I watched his face grow white as snow as if he didn’t want to tell me the lengths in which he had gone in order to find this tidbit of information.

“I have intel, They work closely with the agent who helped to rescue her. Said they were on the agent’s special recovery team.” I smiled. Money could change a good person into a bad person in five seconds.

“Anything else?” I asked another question, the whiskey in my glass swirling around in a hypnotizing way, drawing my attention to the caramel color that reminded me of her eyes in the picture I was given.

“We have yet to set eyes on her, but from what my intel has told me, she is being protected by a man. Adam’s confirmation on location was correct. He is a driver for a company that does pickups and drop offs, only for the most important people in the state and has been spotted on French Island as he stated.”

My fingers gripped the glass harder than expected thus causing the glass to shatter. Liquid dripped down my hand as glass pieces fell to the floor. Another man was protecting her? From me, her owner?

“Are you all right, sir?” Stephen rushed to my side as if I were a five-year-old unable to hold my own glass of water.

“Perfectly fine.” I shoved him away as I got up from my seat in search of something to dry my hands with.

“What do you want to do next?” His question bounced around in my mind as I wiped the whiskey from my fingers. What did I want to do next? It was still too early for me to make my presence known, but I was also closer to her than I had ever been before. I had the choice to go in early without a well thought out plan and get what belonged to me, or I could act like the leader I was and find out everything I possibly could on the man who signed his death wish the moment he decided to be a hero.

“Gather some information. I need to know who this man is, and I want to know everything. From what he eats for breakfast to what color socks he has on. I will also need to know the exact company he works for, how many drives he goes on a week, even the routes he takes. And then once you’ve given me what my heart desires, I want to meet him. The man who dared to test Isabella’s fate.” I smiled sickly knowing that if I got the chance, I would beat the life from his body one drop of blood at a time.

“Meet him?” Wyatt’s voice surrounded me, causing my jaw to tick. Was he questioning my motives? Or just me in general? With a flick of my wrist, I pulled my knife out, pushing it against his throat before he even had a chance to correct his mistake. He knew better than to question me. They all knew, yet they were all testing me lately it would seem. I stared into his eyes, thoroughly considering his death. I needed to show them just because Isabella had my mind all over the place, I still held their lives in the palm of my hand.